Chapter 331: Slaughtering Chickens and Dogs

"The Reincarnation Hall? I really don't know what's going on. But none of that matters now. As long as I'm with you, that's enough. Fortunately, Suyuan is with Fengyi, so I have fewer worries." Yun Ni heard this, suddenly smiled, and said softly.

"Haha, good! In that case, let's go meet these scoundrels from the Immortal Palace together!" Hu Yan Daoist laughed wildly after hearing this.

As soon as Hu Yan Daoist finished speaking, a deafening roar came from above.

A golden sword shadow fell straight from the high sky, smashing into the phantom of the black pagoda, causing the tower's light to tremble violently, and the spire at the top shattered with a bang, dissipating into a patch of black light.

At the same time, a crack also appeared on the top of the black pagoda in Hu Yan Daoist's hand.

He looked up into the sky and saw Lu Yue hovering high above, surrounded by golden light, with several huge sword shadows floating in front of him, constantly dancing and slashing down at the black pagoda shadow.

Dong Jie, along with several other Immortal Palace cultivators, was continuously attacking around the black pagoda. In addition, more than ten Immortal Palace cultivators brought by the Immortal Palace Lord Xiao Jinhan were diving down here. Among them, the leader, a woman in a pink palace dress, was also a mid-stage Golden Immortal cultivator.

Hu Yan Daoist snorted coldly, raised his hand, and slapped his waist.

The silver gourd flashed with light, immediately flew off his waist, rushed out from the phantom of the snow lotus, and continuously expanded in midair, soon becoming the size of a house, hovering in the high sky.

As Hu Yan Daoist chanted obscure incantations, the surface of the huge silver gourd suspended above his head flashed with spiritual patterns wildly, and a blurry white light lit up at its mouth.

A loud "chi chi" sound rang out!

Black beans shaped like broad beans continuously poured out from the white light.

In an instant, dense beans fell like a storm, twisting and elongating before hitting the ground, turning into black bean soldiers about ten feet tall, holding huge black axes, looking like mighty warriors.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of black bean soldiers, wielding giant axes, surged like a tide towards the Immortal Palace people attacking from all sides.

The entire White Jade Peak Square, after most of the Candlestick Dao disciples had retreated, became crowded again.

Seeing this, the bearded man, without a word, swung his giant axe and charged into the bean soldiers first, with several others following closely behind, engaging in a fierce battle with the vast army of bean soldiers.

"Old Daoist Hu Yan, truly troublesome! I'll try to hold them off; you find a way to help Elder Lu."

After the pink palace-dressed female Golden Immortal gave her orders, she twisted her waist, crossed her legs in an odd posture, and sat suspended in midair. In front of her floated a translucent white ancient zither.

She gently raised her wrists, and her ten slender jade fingers swiftly plucked the strings. A sound like pearls falling on a jade plate rang out. In the direction the zither faced, hundreds of feet away, a group of black bean soldiers swayed left and right, their chests bursting one after another, losing all combat power.

Then, she slightly turned her body, plucked the strings with one hand again, and immediately many more bean soldiers fell to the ground.

This sound, like ethereal celestial music, seemed crisp and pleasant, but in reality, it could cause those who heard it to have surging blood and chaotic mana, and even the seemingly indestructible black bean soldiers could not withstand it at all.

The remaining ten or so Immortal Palace cultivators took the opportunity to continuously charge towards the center.

Hundreds of miles away, Han Li, along with Qi Liang and dozens of other True Immortals, stood on a mountain peak.

His eyes flashed with blue light as he gazed into the distance at Hu Yan Daoist, who was continuously activating the silver gourd at the foot of White Jade Peak, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

Since entering the Candlestick Dao, it had only been a few hundred years, and he had interacted the most with this old man, who was both a teacher and a friend to him, providing him with considerable help in matters such as Dao soldier refinement.

Seeing him trapped in such a situation, he felt uneasy.

But risking his life to help him was naturally impossible.

First, with his current strength, he could do nothing to change the situation in front of so many Golden Immortal cultivators; going would likely be a futile death. Second, the young man in luxurious clothes he had discovered earlier gave him a very bad feeling.

What that feeling specifically was, he couldn't figure out for the moment.

Just then, another violent roar sounded over the square.

Suddenly, silver light burst forth above Hu Yan Daoist and the others, and the silver gourd used to store the bean soldiers suddenly shattered with a bang.

The hundreds of thousands of black bean soldiers inside had all been released, and from the broken gourd, only a large swath of green liquid splashed everywhere, like a spring rain, falling on the dense bean soldiers.

After being drenched by the spiritual liquid, all the black bean soldiers emitted a strong black light, their bodies doubled in size again, as if their spiritual power had been replenished, and they charged even more fearlessly at Dong Jie and the others.

Although these bean soldiers were strong, under the joint siege of more than twenty Golden Immortals and True Immortals, they were like ripe wheat, unable to withstand a few rounds, falling in droves.

However, fortunately, their numbers were sufficient to tie down most of Dong Jie and the others. But with the palace-dressed female Golden Immortal's zither attack, three people still managed to break into the central area, joining Lu Yue in besieging Hu Yan Daoist and Yun Ni.

Suddenly, Han Li's pupils contracted slightly. Among these three was the young man in luxurious clothes who made him very uncomfortable.

However, this person's behavior was somewhat strange. Although he also participated in the siege of Hu Yan and the others, he didn't seem very committed, constantly moving around the periphery, rarely using any means to attack, giving the impression of going through the motions.

As a result, Han Li couldn't discern his cultivation technique or depth of cultivation at all.

Ouyang Kuishan, after instructing the other Golden Immortal Dao Lords to evacuate the low-level disciples of Candlestick Dao, did not leave himself but stood in midair not far from White Jade Peak, looking towards Hu Yan Daoist and the others besieged by the Immortal Palace crowd.

With a loud "boom,"

in the high sky, Lu Yue formed a sword seal with both hands, and a hundred-zhang-long golden sword shadow flashed into existence, smashing down like a mountain on the black pagoda phantom below.

The black pagoda shadow exploded with a bang, collapsing layer by layer, turning into dots of black light and dissipating.

The golden sword shadow also exhausted its force and dissipated directly before touching the snow lotus shadow below.

Lu Yue's face turned pale, and he staggered slightly in midair. He quickly took out a pill and swallowed it. Clearly, the sword he had just unleashed had cost him considerable energy.

Seeing this, the two Immortal Palace cultivators who had been participating in the siege stopped their attacks and flashed to block in front of Lu Yue. The young man in luxurious clothes, however, continued to wander around and began attacking the snow lotus shadow.

The black pagoda in Hu Yan Daoist's hand was covered with conspicuous cracks. Although it hadn't completely shattered, its spiritual light was greatly diminished, and its power was lost.

"Immortal Palace lackeys, you go too far!"

Hu Yan Daoist shouted angrily, put away the black pagoda, reached down and took off the only remaining red gourd from his waist, grabbed the rope tied around the gourd's waist, formed a strange hand seal with the other hand, gently patted the gourd's mouth, then made a grasping motion and pulled outward.

A sharp sound of "clang clang" rang out.

A three-finger-wide red sword was slowly drawn by him from the light swirling around the gourd's mouth.

"I didn't expect that this Red Luan of mine would be unsheathed again! Since that's the case, today, I'll have a good time slaughtering chickens and dogs!" Old Daoist Hu Yan tilted his head, took a gulp of wine, and laughed heartily.

After saying this, he turned his head to look at Yun Ni, as if seeking her opinion.

Yun Ni smiled gently and nodded lightly.

Hu Yan Daoist's eyes focused, his expression became extremely solemn, and his aura changed entirely, becoming sharp as a blade.

He let out a loud, clear whistle, and his figure shot out of the snow lotus shadow like a rainbow, heading straight for Lu Yue.

A layer of hazy light appeared around his body, and fiery red runes lit up on the sword in his hand. His Daoist robe rustled in the strong wind, and his entire aura visibly surged several times.

With the sword in hand, he was a completely different person from when he was unarmed.

The two Immortal Palace True Immortal late-stage cultivators blocking in front of Lu Yue didn't even have time to react before a red rainbow flashed, and they were cut in half, their faces full of horror. As soon as their nascent souls escaped, they burst into flames and turned to ashes in an instant.

Seeing this, the palace-dressed female Golden Immortal hovering in the high sky fiercely plucked the strings, and a powerful invisible wave immediately shot straight at Hu Yan Daoist.

Seeing this, Yun Ni waved her hands, and a huge petal separated from the snow lotus shadow, shooting straight into the sky, colliding with the invisible wave. The two canceled each other out and dissipated.

"Your opponent is me." Yun Ni looked at the woman and said calmly.

The latter smiled at her and began to pluck the strings again.

The sound of the zither continued in midair, like layers of river waves, crashing towards Yun Ni one after another.

In the high sky, after Hu Yan Daoist swiftly killed the two late-stage True Immortals, he shook the sword in his hand. A red light lit up on the blade, and a huge phantom of a fire luan appeared behind Lu Yue in a flash.

With a soft chant from his mouth, he raised his hand and swung it fiercely.

A very loud phoenix cry sounded, and the fire luan phantom behind him immediately flew forward.

With a whoosh!

A burst of red flame gushed out from the sword blade, and the moment it caught up with the fire luan phantom, it turned into a vast sea of fire, surging straight at Lu Yue.

Lu Yue's eyes flickered, he raised his hand and pressed the sword blade, then swung it forward fiercely.

A dazzling golden light shot out from the sword, magnified in midair, and turned into a golden city wall, blocking the surging sea of fire.

Although the red sea of fire was blocked, it did not dissipate. Instead, it stirred up towering waves of fire, continuously crashing against the golden city wall.

The golden, shining city wall trembled violently, soon dimmed, was burned through by the fire waves, and dissipated.

"How exhilarating!"

Hu Yan Daoist laughed wildly, holding the sword in one hand, stepping on the waves in the sea of fire, extremely carefree.

Lu Yue snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved, and a golden round shield flashed out, spinning into the sea of fire.

He then leaped, and his feet steadily landed on the round shield, gliding quickly through the sea of fire, meeting Hu Yan Daoist.

Their sword edges clashed, and the high sky immediately resounded with collision sounds, filling the sky with firelight and sword shadows.